starr astra weird

[STARR ASTRA WEIRD]

starr astra weird !

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hey howdy hey! this is stack and i'm twenty years old. i've been roleplaying for like, eight years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play chandler, cassio and starr and i love all of them. if i'm not around, catch me on pm, email, msn and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

Starr breathed in deeply as she looked around the streets of verona beach. She actually hated this place sometimes and wished for just once she could live the way she wanted instead of the way she was told to because of this damn town. She lit her cigarette quickly and looked around as she took a long drag of the sweet cancer stick. Menthol cigarettes, the ones she really loved, something she liked to joke was like brushing your teeth with cancer. but she always agrued that something was gonna kill you, so why not make it something you chose it to be. She knew if she didn't die from lung cancer, her liver would drown from the masses of alcohol she drunk. Shaking her head, she moved off away from the small shop she had just come out of. She didn't think it was wise to be thinking death right now, she didn't want to admit it, but she was scared of dying, she was too young to die, but she didn't do a lot to stop herself from dying, she was a bit of a messed up fool. That was just Starr all over in reality, but that's why she needed something to help her.

Moving down the street, she kicked her Converse on the city street, kicking up dirt and dust, kicking along litlle rocks and just generally creating a mess. She knew most people in this town kind of hated her, but she didn't care any more, she just wanted to live and if living meant being hated, so be it. although she did know there were a few boys that she wouldn't mind shaking up with and maybe they would shack up with her. she knew she was a slut, and she didn't care, she was living in the moment. That's what she liked to call it and that's what she was sticking to because in all honesty, she hated being told what to do and if she told people she was living in the moment, they tended to leave her alone. Although, most people left her alone because, well, she was Starr and she was just a little bit scary. Most people avoided her just to avoid the fighting and the shouting, which she liked because it meant she could just get away from it all.

Sighing deeply, the pink haired girl carried on up the street, deciding what to do. She realised a lot of her days were spent aimlessly walking around, pretending she had something interesting to do, but she really didn't, not that she particularly cared, she liked just aimlessly walking around. She liked the calm of the street as nothing happened. She sometimes wondered what life would be like if she was a little more normal, a little more friendly, but then she didn't particularly care, she liked the way she was and she wasn't going to change for anyone. The wind came up and blew her pink hair into her face, causing her to pull the cigarette from her lips and sigh loudly, pushing her hair behind her ear and then putting the cigarette between her lips. She took one long deep drag and smiled to herself again. Oh yeah, she looked good brushing her teeth with cancer.

[stack !]